2 December 2012 | andy-saintandrew
Trust Charlotte Rampling on this one
I watched this with my Brazilian husband, just back from our honeymoon and feeling "saudade" for the city, and we laughed the whole way through.
It feels like a Gore Vidal kind of story, or early Woody Allen, a really enjoyable farce that deftly lampoons stereotypes and, if nothing else, perfectly captures the feeling of standing at the window over the streets and beaches of Rio.
Sexy, silly and thoughtful. If you are not Brazilian, or maybe a middle class French person having an Evelyn Waugh-style awakening, some of the humor may be lost on you.
The film has been bashed by Brazilian critics for an "insensitive" portrayal of Brazilians, but cues like an Amazon tribe whose name sounds like "Oi, Papi!" and Mary Sheila's silently awesome reactions to the shenanigans unfolding around her, let us know that the Brazilians are definitely in on the joke.